A young man finds a shifter. Unaware of who she is and assuming she’s a lost dog, he takes her home and finds a bitch in heat.
She trembled and lowered herself, long golden fur brushing the leaves and wet grass covering the small hill. She crawled with her legs splayed. Ashamed but unable to contain herself. She whined quietly as the cold dew eased the burning between her back legs. She pulled herself, rubbing her engorged pink sex along the ground.…
It’s quiet. It’s always been quiet here. I found the place about three years ago and fell in love with it immediately. It’s large enough to be comfortable without being too ostentatious. And it’s far enough away from the main road to give me the peace and quiet I need after a long day at work.
And yet, I can hear cars in the distance. The low susurrus of tires on a well maintained city road. People awake and going about their business even in the middle of the night.
My eyes are closed and my heartbeat is a steady thump deep in my chest. …
A man tests a mysterious potion on the president of his company.
I’ve had this little fun daydream for quite a while and figured it was past time to write it down for other people :) Just quick and dirty and sexy! Hopefully! There will probably be a chapter 2 that includes a few more random sexy scenes if y’all are interested :)
“And that’s it?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s it,” the old man said.
I sat there in the corner of a little Starbucks, well away from everyone else. The gentleman I was speaking with sat back in the overstuffed leather chair opposite me. …
At 6:00 pm, Kevin knocked on Brandy’s door. She felt her heart racing as she answered it. Her smile was strained and awkward on her face and she didn’t want to let him go when he hugged her.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Kevin said. “You’ve been crying.” The young man had changed into casual clothes before coming over.
Brandy nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She wore her dancing penguin pajamas and her pink panties. She always wore her pink panties because they helped her feel brave. Or, rather, it made the world around her feel more ridiculous. No matter what happened, she could always just think to herself: Sure, I can understand you want to yell at me because the extra shot I added to your coffee at your request is somehow now too much but, you know what? …
Brandy sat at the end of an over-stuffed brown couch with a glass of red wine in one hand. Her other hand held a white envelope. Kevin sat at the opposite end from her, one leg crossed on the couch. Light music played from the stereo system while Brandy stared suspiciously at the young man.
“Our anniversary was three months ago,” Brandy informed him.
“I know, I know. Just open the thing already!” Kevin’s words were gentle despite his protest.
Brandy continued to stare. “This better not be a proposal.”
“Oh god no,” Kevin assured her. “No no no. Trust me. …